Thechildlike joy I yearned to feel again surrounded the boy as he giggled.Not a worry in the world did he have. This I was jealous of instantly,but m... joy I had in watching him was greater. I wondered if this boycould be not me but my child. I looked down at my breasts as I inhaledand exhaled and they felt right. I moved my gaze to my stomach and placeda hand there like women do when they know they are pregnant. My eyeslanded on the small covering of hair concealing the Mons of my sex.I. Can you imagine howmuch shit the guys would give me if they knew? One of them was makingfun of "M. Butterfly," a movie his wife made him take her to a few yearsago, and I almost puked.But don't get me wrong. Except for her little secret, Angie is one hellof a woman, and all woman. She shops like crazy, which is fine becausemoney is not a problem for me, and she has more girlfriends than myfirst three wives put together. She plays the role as trophy wife likea star. I have no real. "He nearly handed me my ass in the beginning. It was all I could do to stay out of reach. Then, like a light coming on, it all made sense. I could see where one thing flowed into the next, then I saw how the flow could be guided to where I wanted it to go." He stood and paced the room, stopping in front of Elaina."Even now, I can see images in my head of how I could've done better, how I could have taken advantage better. It's ... liberating."He bent down and scooped her up in his arms, making. Aesia had told him, to keep up appearances, her parents had to have slaves; however, they were treated more like employees and even had time to themselves, something unheard-of in normal Sicceian households.Aesia walked up the steps, opened the door and walked in. Tristan followed her, the air cool in the marble lined hall after the warmth of outside. A maid cleaning the polished stone floor looked up when they entered, her eyes wide with surprise. She stood, wiped her hands on her apron and.